I’ve been waiting all my life to get out of this town. He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. To have spoken lightly on such a subject a few hours ago would have seemed incredible. ’ ‘Only a few minutes, miss. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. What a God-forsaken fool he was! And dimly, out there somewhere in the South Seas—the beach! Already he sensed the fascination of the inevitable; and with this fascination came the idea of haste, to get there quickly and have done. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. ’ ‘Not if you want one of good family, no,’ he agreed mildly. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. They must be for your father. Good riddance.
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